The Mexican Page #2

- You want to see it, don't you?

Yeah. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.

Hey.

You know what? Come with me.

Sorry. Sorry.

This is what they call The Mexican.

Wow. Yeah, that's pretty.

Are you shitting me?

"Yeah, it's pretty."

- Can I?

- Uh-huh.

It was made for a rich landowner,

a nobleman,

by a poor Mexican gunsmith.

He fashioned this gun as a gift

to go along with the hopes

that the nobleman's son would take

his daughter's hand in marriage.

(Beck) 'The townspeople

waited three months

'to catch the first glimpse

of the pistol.

'Finally, the day had come.

'No one had ever laid eyes

on a more beautiful gun.

'It was all they thought it'd be.

'Some even thought

it was too beautiful to look at.

'It was considered

to be an honor and good luck

'to be the first to fire

a newly fashioned gun.

'Especially one as beautiful as this,

made for the hand of a nobleman.

'The townsman was in a trance

at the gun's flawless craftsmanship.

'It backfired...

'killing him instantly.'

(Church bell chiming)

Legend has it

that it's been cursed ever since.

But it hasn't harmed me any though,

you know? I... I love to look at it.

(Let me show you something.

Look, there's a bullet in there.)

(It's handmade. Hand-f***ing-made.)

You don't even want to know

what this gun is worth.

We could sell that gun, man.

It's... It's a great f***ing gun.

And I'm not just talking sh*t either.

You don't have to be a... F***.

I've been pissin' on myself. F***.

Anyway, the old man

is nothing to be afraid of.

As a matter of fact,

last week I told him to f*** off.

- Yeah, you did!

- That's what I said too!

I said, "F*** off, Margolese,

you old prune sh*t-ass! If you..."

Come on, fella. Get up. Huh?

Man, you're soaked in your own urine.

Don't make me carry you.

Hey!

Ah, this is my life.

All right.

Yeah, baby. I got the touch.

- (Groans)

- Oh!

Buddy, you whacked your noggin!

Hey.

Oh, f...

Ooh.

Hey, man. Hey.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

Stop that! Stop!

Christ!

I found the gun.

'The gun is in your possession?'

As we speak.

But, like I said, there's, uh...

There's a problem.

What? You lost the kid? He's a souse,

he'll be in another bar.

The kid's dead, Ted.

Ted, are you hearing me?

Yeah. I-I heard you.

How?

Bad luck, act of God, f*** if I know.

All these maniacs shooting

guns up into the sky.

It's Independence Day or something.

The kid got tagged by a loose one.

Right in the f***in' head.

I mean... Fu...

He's dead! The kid's dead.

The little f***er's in my car

right now, dead.

Geez, Jerry,

that's not a little problem.

- 'That's a big problem.'

- I know.

Jerry, that little f***er

is Margolese's grandson.

What? What?

'Geez, you really

f***ed it this time.'

What did I have to do with it? One

minute he's pissin', next he's dead.

'Don't even move.'

I'll phone the office now.

I'll get me on a plane

and straighten sh*t out.

Ted, you gotta get word to the old

man. I didn't know who he was.

- OK. Just sit tight, Jerry.

- (Crackling)

- Hello?

- Ted? Ted? Hello?

(Line cuts out)

(Car engine revving)

Hey! Wait!

Oh, no!

Excuse me, Bernie.

There is an issue.

It's that f***in' Welbach.

# You keep sayin'

you got somethin' for me

# Something you call love,

but confess

# You've been a-messin'

where you shouldn't been a-messin'

(PA) # And now someone else

is gettin' all your best

# These boots are made for walkin'

# And that's just what they'll do

# One of these days these boots

are gonna walk all over you... #

(# Pipe organ music)

# You keep lyin'

when you ought to be truthin'

# And you keep losin'

when you ought to not bet

# You keep samin'

when you ought to be a-changin'

# Now what's right is right

but you ain't been right yet

# These boots are made for walkin'

# And that's just what they'll do

# One of these days these boots

are gonna walk all over you

# Yeah

# You keep lyin'

when you ought to be truthin'

# You keep losin'

when you ought to not bet

# You keep samin'

when you ought to be a-changin'

# Now what's right is right

but you ain't been right yet... #

You need to know straight out,

I don't stand

for any motherfuckin' sh*t.

- Mm-hmm.

- Mm-mm.

No sh*t at all.

This is what you're gonna do.

You're gonna stop crying. Shh.

And you're gonna walk

out of here with me.

Can you feel me, Sam?

- Mmm.

- Good.

(Door opens)

Shh.

(Sit down.)

# ..and what he knows

you ain't got time to learn

# These boots were made for walkin'

# And that's just what they'll do

# One of these days these boots

are gonna walk all over you

# Are you ready, boots? #

Now, Sam, as I was saying...

# Start walkin' #

No, please! Please don't hurt me!

Help me! Help me!

(Screams)

Please!

- Please!

- Where's your car?

- Where's your f***ing car?

- It's there!

- Are you hurt?

- No.

Yes. I don't know.

Truck, truck, truck!

Um, um... Sir?

- Can you stop the car? Please.

- Why?

- I'm gonna be sick.

- Just open...

She told me, "Don't go. I don't want

you on that highway alone."

I said, "It'll be fine, Mom.

It'll be OK." But it's not, is it?

- I'm dead.

- Well, you're not dead.

You would have been dead

if I hadn't saved your life.

Would you rather

it was you back there?

I didn't think so.

Are you gonna kill me?

Depends on

too many variables to answer.

Are you gonna rape me?

That's not likely, no.

Well, what do you want?

I suspect the same thing

as the other guy.

The pistol.

The one that Jerry's havin' a hard

time coming back from Mexico with.

Jerry?

I work for Bernie Nayman,

who works for Arnold Margolese.

- You heard of these people.

- Yeah, I have.

- And your husband works for 'em.

- No.

Well, he does.

I know the selfish, no-good liar

works for them. He isn't my husband.

Well, whatever he is to you,

Jerry is in the sh*t books.

When you're in as much sh*t as he is,

you get skittish about your future.

Clouds your judgement.

There's a lot of people

interested in that gun.

So what we got here is a...

"he who controls the girl,

controls the pistol" situation.

I'm a hostage? You blew that guy

to pieces for a f***ing gun?

This is so Jerry. Look...

Sit down. Sit down.

Um...

Uh, uh...

Look.

Jerry and I broke up,

so if he's doing...

I don't know what he's doing.

It's got nothing to do with me.

You seem like a very nice girl.

Thank you.

But it's a fact,

in these life-threatening situations,

human beings...lie.

So you are gonna kill me.

All right, look.

If everything goes OK and Jerry comes

through without this getting funky,

I don't think that'll happen.

He gives me the pistol,

I give you to him.

I'm just here

to regulate funkiness. OK?

Go on.

Great.

(Donkey braying)

Hyah. Hyah!

Hyah!

Come on, buddy. Come on, OK?

Just you and me. Yeah.

Go!

Go. Oh! You're such an ass.

What are you...? No, no, no!

I'm sorry! I didn't mean...

F***!

F***!

(Horn)

Hey!

- Que pasa?

- Buenas noches.

- Buenas noches.

- I need a lift to the next town.

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